meri beri ke ber mat todo meri beri ke ber mat todo
koi kata haye kata chubh jayega aise jhatke se dar mat chodo
aise jhatke se dar mat chhodo koi kata haye kata chubh jayega

babul ne ye ped lagaya beera ne ki rakhwali
mere beera ne ki rakhwali mayya ne isko aise sicha
phulo ko jaise mali are phulo ko jaise mali
tum pardesi aaye kaha se tum pardesi aaye kaha se
kaise pakad li dali meri beri ke ber mat todo
meri beri ke ber mat todo
koi kata haye kata chubh jayega

buri najariya koi na dare koi na aankh uthaye
are koi na aankh uthaye ye sabri ke ber hai inko
koi na chune paye are koi na chune paye
jo inka ras lena chahe are jo inka ras lena chahe
banke ram aa jaye meri beri ke ber mat todo
meri beri ke ber mat todo koi kata haye kata chubh jayega

khatte feke mithe raakhe sabri badi sayani
are sabri badi sayani jhuthe ber me preet hai kitni
lakshman ne tab jani are lakshman ne tab jani
ram hi pahchanenge mujhko ram hi pahchanenge mujhko
ram ki mai diwani meri beri ke ber mat todo
meri beri ke ber mat todo koi kata haye kata chubh jayega
aise jhatke se dar mat chhodo aise jhatke se dar mat chodo
koi kata haye kata chubh jayega

Do not pluck the berries of my ber tree,
Do not pluck the berries of my ber tree.
Lest a thorn, alas, a thorn, should pierce,
Do not shake the branch with such decree.
Do not shake the branch with such decree,
Lest a thorn, alas, a thorn, should pierce.

My father planted this very tree,
My brother stood guard, faithfully.
My mother watered its roots,
As a gardener cherishes blooms, you see.
As a gardener cherishes blooms, you see.
Stranger, where do you come from,
And why have you gripped this branch of mine?
Do not pluck the berries of my ber tree,
Do not pluck the berries of my ber tree.
Lest a thorn, alas, a thorn, should pierce.

No wicked gaze shall dare to stare,
No eye shall dare to raise.
These are Sabari's berries, you see,
None shall touch, or hold, or seize.
None shall touch, or hold, or seize.
Those who seek to taste their sweetness,
Must come as Ram, with hearts at ease.
Do not pluck the berries of my ber tree,
Do not pluck the berries of my ber tree.
Lest a thorn, alas, a thorn, should pierce.

Sour ones cast away, sweet ones kept,
Sabari, wise, her secrets slept.
Oh, how much love in the berries false,
Lakshman then the depth had swept.
Lakshman then the depth had swept.
Only Ram will know my soul,
For I am Ram's, completely kept.
Do not pluck the berries of my ber tree,
Do not pluck the berries of my ber tree.
Lest a thorn, alas, a thorn, should pierce.
Do not shake the branch with such decree,
Do not shake the branch with such decree,
Lest a thorn, alas, a thorn, should pierce.